Table Of Contents

I Am Poem

Bio Poem

Re-Creation Poem

Stylistic Imitation Poem

Definition Poem

Limerick Poem

Ode Poem

Found Poem

Choral Poem

Favorite Poem

I am a dreamer

I wonder if I’ll ever fulfill my one wish

I hear the whistle on a loop in my mind

I see teammates and defenders on the pitch

I want to win

I am a team player

I pretend to be like Lionel Messi

I feel passion for the beautiful game

I worry that i won’t make it

I cry when I let my team down

I am Poem: A Footballer

I am one of 11 warriors pushing through the battlefield

I understand that defeat is a part of life

I recite “I won’t go down” before games

I dream of being consumed by the roars and cheers of the Camp Nou

I try to be the best player I can be

I hope I can make my dream a reality

I am a footballer

Nicolas

Strong-minded, rebellious, independent, and funny

Cousin of Diego, Alberto, and Judas

Lover of Soccer, Success and sleep

Who feels exhausted after school, free of worry on the field, and thankful for his family

Who needs a job, time to play soccer, and to get healthy

Who gives all his energy, time, and effort into the beautiful game

Who fears getting lost in life, losing everything, and death

Who would like to see a Barcelona game, late night in Paris, and his own success

Resident of Shadow Hills

Martinez

Bio Poem: Nicolas Martinez

It was on that cold December day

As the cold air was hissing past my face

The dog barked as it entered that December weather

The fog hanging around her house

Yet her porch light burned yellow

As time stood still she came out pulling the door shut

I didn't say anything, i just gazed

Her face bright with rouge, she is beautiful

As i approached her, The lady's eyes met mine

I took my girls hand as we walked away into that December day

Re-Creation Poem: A Walk In December

It was at one in the afternoon

It was exactly at one in the afternoon

The great stadium was roaring with joy

At one in the afternoon

Something extraordinary that had never happened before happened

At one in the afternoon

The steepest of mountains was to be conquered

At one in the afternoon

No team had ever come back after being 4 goals down

Stylistic imitation Poem: La Remontada

At one in the afternoon

It was Barcelona who defied all odds

At one in the afternoon

Hope dies last

At one in the afternoon

We had almost tied the game

At one in the afternoon

Until PSG got their away goal to just about seal their victory over us

At one in the afternoon

Our drive and motivation had receded like waves in the ocean

At one in the afternoon

But just like the waves, we came back

At one in the afternoon

Barcelona never stopped fighting until the last whistle had blown

At one in the afternoon

Suddenly, we were one away from winning

At one in the afternoon

The ball flew over the PSG defense

At one in the afternoon

Roberto's right foot kissed the ball into the top right

At one in the afternoon

The field began to flood with the Barcelona staff and bench

At one in the afternoon

The Camp Nou was jumping with tears of joy

At one in the afternoon

They scored four, but we knew we could score six

At one in the afternoon

We had accomplished the impossible

At one in the afternoon

We had made history with this legendary comeback

Definition Poem: Freedom

Freedom: [free-duhm], noun, the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint; flexibility; unrestrain: When I step onto the pitch. Where I can express myself without speaking a word; Ball at my feet, feet dancing, creating magic; knowing your in complete control; being the master of your own destiny; knowing no one is commanding you, ruling yourself; being subject to your judgement and only yours; running fast, feeling the wind blow against you, and not be slowed down by it; not being influenced by rules because they don't matter to you; knowing that you are completely free, free to make your own decisions, not being told what to do or anything, being free to live your life how you want to...

Limerick Poem: The Greatest Of All Time

Through the field he looked to float

All the commentators took note

Feet begin to dance

They stood no chance

Lionel has been known as the GOAT

Ode to Soccer

Soccer oh soccer you are so fun

I found you in a video game

I had never liked soccer

Until I truly understood the game

My home now lies on a field with two goal posts on each end

I adore stepping onto the pitch

With a ball that stays glued to my feet

I feel free of everything here

It is the most beautiful game of all

It is soccer to some and football to others

But to me it is my life

And it taught me alot

Like what real passion felt like

My goal has always been to go pro

But that may be the goal that I won’t be able to score

Found Poem:

Choral Poem: Raccoons

Creep in the night

Dressed in black

Scurrying around

Hungry

Creep in the night

Dark eyes

Nocturnal

Making a mess

Creep in the night

I am so small

Creep in the night

And White

Cute little bandit

Looking for food

Creep in the night

Dark sky

Trash divers

Leaving the rest

Creep in the night

Survival above all

Twitching ears

I am fast

Creep in the night

You cant see me

Glowing eyes

You cant catch me

Creep in the night

As I run into the night